Title: Amore Cieco
Author: sitarra
email: bellydancergirl7...
Distribution: All okay
Classification: S,R,H
Keywords: MSR
Rating: R
Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into
season 8 only with a twist.
Summary: MSR
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it. Here's where it starts to mold into a relationship.
Translation: Blind Love
Progress: WIP

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il Maleeni stupefacente

The two agents stumbled through apartment number forty-two at Hegal Place in Alexandria. They shed their coats as the door was kicked shut. He took the lead. She let him control her.

Outside the sun was setting. People were heading home for the evening to spend the weekend with their family. Other people were heading to bars to wash away their weeks. For the two agents, only one thing was on their minds.

"So Mulder, why the sudden…" Scully stopped for lack of wording or perhaps ir was because he was currently removing her white blouse. "…aggression?"

Becoming frustrated with the slow pace they were moving, he picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, unknowingly making her just as aroused as him by this point. She tried to keep the smile off her face when he crawled over her but as she had learned, she had to take as much happiness as she could get.

"You look really good in a top hat," he stated. "Did you know that?"

"So that's what started this. Mulder, that was two days ago."

"And yet the image is permanently imprinted in my mind."

He quickly slipped his dress shirt over his head. He undressed them both in record time. He'd been dreaming of this moment for two days, ever since LeBonge put that hat on her. He'd had to do a double take she looked so good. He'd never seen her wear any kind of hat before, unless he counted police helmets, but he could definitely see her starting to.

"I never knew something like a hat could set you off, Mulder," Scully started, running her hands through his hair. "If I ha…"

"Scully?"

"Yeah?"

He had a gleam in his eye she had to admit she loved. His chest was heaving, his hair was mussed, and his lips were moist from being thoroughly kissed. He looked gorgeous.

"Shut up."

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mancanti e programmi

"Do you have to go? It's still early. We could catch a few more hours of sleep. Crawl back into bed under the nice, warm covers and… spoon up like baby cats," Mulder tried to pursue.

Scully cocked her head sideways at him. "Nice try, Mulder, and normally I might actually consider it. But I have things to do today, places to be, people to meet."

"Who?" he asked curiously. Scully shrugged on her suit jacket, looking around the room for her shoes.

"I didn't tell you? Hmm, I could've sworn I told you. I'm spending the day with mom. We're going shopping. She wants to replace some things throughout the house and I thought I'd do the same."

She walked throughout the apartment, her shoes yet to be found. He watched her closely, loving how comfortable she looked. He followed her into the living room, squinting his eyes at the bright light from the open blinds.

"I thought I'd look for some new sheets and comforter. It's time for a change. Maybe some new curtains too. Maybe I'll even decide to paint. White is very plain to me lately."

"I thought you said it was pearl or really light beige or something like that," Mulder added, picturing her room.

"Who are we kidding, Mulder? It's white."

He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. "Can I have a say with this stuff? I do spend a lot of time there after all."

"Maybe; what would you suggest?" He nuzzled her ear, nipping the lobe gently.

"I don't know. Something… that's not typically you, or me I guess. I guess it depends on whether or not you decide to paint. If you do, I recommend a nice shade of blue," he suggested.

"Why blue?"

"Because about seven years ago, I fell in love with the color blue. Specifically the color of a red head's blue eyes," he confessed. She chose not to answer to that particular detail.

"I'll give it thought. But for now I need to find my shoes." She pulled herself from his arms and headed toward the dining room. She gave a quick look around before facing Mulder again. "Mulder, what the hell did you do with my shoes?"

"How should I know? You kicked them off, not me," he defended himself.

"Well, if you hadn't been in such a hurry…" she gave up asking him for help and continued to search. How hard could it be to find such light shoes?

Mulder kept talking to her despite all her moving around.

"I think it sounds like a good idea, painting and getting new stuff. I should do it to this place. It's been this way since I moved in."

"Don't!" she protested. She came back to the living room with one shoe. "I like it this way; it's nice."

He gave it consideration before nodding. His eyes scanned his apartment. He didn't think he could change it if he wanted to. It had been a carbon copy since the day he moved in. he couldn't imagine it any other way. He couldn't image her place any other way but how it was. But if she wanted to change it and allowed him to participate, he could definitely picture it.

Something on the floor caught his attention. "Found your other shoe."

"Oh, thank you. For a minute there I thought I was going to be late." She took the small black high heeled shoe from him and leaned on him to slip it on her foot.

"Where are you meeting your mom?" he asked, admiring her with the ease in which she put her shoes on her dainty feet.

"At her favorite diner for breakfast in about an hour. Then we'll play it by ear. Drive around shopping wherever." She left him again to return to his bedroom. She returned a moment later with her necklace in her hand.

He took it from her without her needing to ask and turned her around. He clasped the necklace on with ease like he'd done so many times before.

"So blue, huh?" She turned to face him.

"Yep. You also happen to look very good in blue. Sorry I never told you before."

"I'll look for it today. Just for you,' she told him. He grabbed her coat off the floor and held it open for her, smiling sheepishly at her frown.

"What can I say, Scully? Besides I was waiting for two day to do that," he explained himself. "It was too good to pass up."

She stood up on tip toe to kiss him. He took pity on her and bent down so she wouldn't have to stretch so far. Even in her deadly heels, as he liked to call them,. She was still a great deal shorter than him.

She kissed him again and again, not wanting to let go. "Come over later?" she asked when she finally pulled away. "We can watch a movie of your choice."

"And you'll watch the whole way through?"

She smiled. "Yes, the whole way through. I'll even let you butter and salt the popcorn."

"In that case I will definitely be there," he happily agreed. "What time?"

"Any time after five should be okay. Mom might still be there but she has to be somewhere at six- thirty. Besides she'd like to see you."

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" he thought back to the last time he'd seen Mrs. Scully. It had been brief but it was always a pleasure.

She gave him another kiss before letting herself out.

"Remember—blue," he called after her. She just smiled and kept on walking.

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presa del consiglio

Scully was relieved when her key went in smoothly as she hurried to get the door open. Shopping prizes were threatening to spill from her hands as she struggled to hold onto them.

"You know, the more I look at these, the more I begin to like them," her mom said from behind her. Maggie had been in charge of the new curtains Scully had bought. She had certainly taken Mulder's color advice to heart. She even had paint samples in her purse.

"So you hated them at the store?" Scully asked, rushing in the door to dump her packages on the kitchen table.

"I didn't hate them," she corrected. After a second thought, she added, "But I didn't love them either."

"Maybe you just have to see them up close to really decide," Scully pointed out.

"Maybe." Maggie quickly dropped the subject after setting the curtains on the table. "So tell me about these paint samples you've suddenly decided to check out."

"Nothing special. Just needed a change, I guess."

"Why blue?"

"It's a nice color." Scully only hoped her mom didn't see the smile spreading over her face.

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attento

"You know Dana, there's something different about you."

Maggie had scrutinized her daughter from all different angles all day and she still hadn't been able to figure out what was so different about her.

"What do you mean?"

"You're different but I don't know what's different," Maggie stated lamely. "You seem more… relaxed. More… I don't know."

Scully laughed at her mother or rather her lack of answer. On the inside however—she was panicking. She had no doubt her mom knew what was different; she was a mother for God's sake! And Scully had never been the most believable liar.

"You've been… happy… all day long," Maggie continued, sitting next to Dana on her couch. "I'm not used to it. You haven't been like this in a long time."

Scully hid a smile behind her wine glass.

"How's Fox doing? I haven't seen him lately," Maggie took a guess to her daughter's happiness.

"He's good. He hasn't had any… accidents lately so we're happy about that."

"That's good. He is prone to accidents, isn't' he? The two of you aren't having any problems I hope."

She shook her head. "No, we're closer than ever."

"Then I hope I'll be seeing him more."

"Well, if you're lucky and the timing's right, you might get to see him before you leave." Her mom raised an eyebrow at her. "I promised him a movie."

Maggie nodded as a response. She eyed her daughter some more. There was a gleam in her eye. Her posture was completely relaxed. She had gone out of her styles earlier. She'd had a smirk on her face for the majority of the day.

Something was better in her life.

"So tell me, what's happening with you and Fox?" Maggie boasted, trying to coax more information from her secretive daughter.

"Mom," Scully warned. Her mom was always doing this to her.

"What?" Maggie played innocent. "I'm a mother; I'm curious. You know Fox cares for you very deeply, right?"

Scully nodded. "We got all that out a few months ago."

"Do you know he loves you?"

"Mom…"

"It's true, Dana. I've seen the way he acts around you. He loves you and he's afraid to tell you."

"Mom, we're best friends. Stop trying to read anything more out of it," Scully tried.

"I know you aren't good with your feelings Dana, seeing them or expressing them. But he does love you. Anyone can see it."

Scully hastily stood from the couch when there was a knock on the door. 'Please God let that be him. Please, oh please.'

"Thank you mom. I'll be sure to think about what you said," she called over her shoulder.

She opened the door, Mulder standing there with a bog in both hands. One was take-out and the other was movies judging from the look of it.

"Thank you you're here," she whispered to him before tugging him inside.

"Why? Wha…"

"Fox, it's nice to see you," Maggie said rising from the couch. "I was just telling Dana how it's been a while since I last saw you."

"Hi, Mrs. Scully. I was actually hoping you'd still be here."

"Really?" both Scully women said.

He just smiled at both of them. "Yes, I haven't seen you in a while and I wanted to see how you were doing."

Maggie stepped up to him and encased him in a hug. It wasn't as awkward for him as it used to be.

"Oh, Fox. If I could adopt you, I would," she told him.

"I'm not so sure Bill would like that," Mulder reminded.

Shortly after Maggie was out the door after extending a dinner invitation to him. Both women were surprised when he accepted with no persuasion. After a hug at the door and a promise to think about their conversation, Scully shut and locked the door behind her mom.

"How come she calls you Fox and you don't correct her?" Scully asked Mulder when she entered the kitchen. He was in the middle of getting their dinner out. Indian-her favorite even though he hated it.

"I don't hate it, Scully. I can just think of better things to eat," he'd told her once.

He stopped what he was doing at the sound of her question.

"Because she's a wonderful woman, she's kind," he was ticking the points off with his finger, "she's your mom. And I wouldn't dare correct her. Besides, she won't listen anyway."

Scully scoffed. "Tell me about it," she muttered.

"So why were you so happy to see me a few minutes ago? Miss me that much?" he teased with a happy smile.

"No because we, or should I say mom, was pointing something out to me and it made me uncomfortable." he knew her well enough to know that meant she didn't want to talk about it. He resumed getting their dinner together.

"So were you serious about dinner tomorrow?"

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continuato nel captiolo quartto...

"Love is friendship set on fire."